The first: I went to a new Home Depot.
You may think this is a strange reason, but I was accosted by a rude Home Depot employee last time I went to get samples
I gave Mr. Paint Sample Man my little pieces of paper with the paint colors I wanted on them. I was very polite and asked for sample sizes and then went around the counter to wait on the "pick-up" side.
Chris and I have wondered before if any of the Home Depot employees recognize us because we're probably there 3-6 days a week, and the only one who does is the return girl. But apparently now another employee recognizes us, or at least me.
I'm standing waiting for my paint, fiddling with my phone when all of a sudden Mr. Paint Sample Man asked, "Why do you always look so mean whenever you come here? Are you just always in a bad mood or do you just always look mean?"
Ummm, excuse me asshole? Well, now I look mean because you're a fucking dick.
I couldn't BELIEVE he asked that. Sorry I don't walk around with a big fat smile on my face for no reason (personally, I think that would look a lot weirder and I might be afraid of someone who walked around smiling like a crazy person for no reason).
But apparently Mr. Paint Sample Man thinks I'm a bitch, so yesterday I went to another Home Depot because I still felt like slapping Mr. Paint Sample Man in the face.